THREE. POINT. SIX.
I'm so unimpressed with myself. Every now and again, I have a month where the week before "TOM" arrives, I'm just completely out of control. There's literally this sense of desperation to cram every last morsel in the house down my gullet. This month was by far my worst experience with it.
So that, combined with having company from Friday afternoon to Monday afternoon, which makes drinking juice instead of eating make me look like a questionable hostess....
Not good. VERY BAD, in fact.
This week's goals: no evening snacking, more prayer and inspirational reading when the munchies attack, and following my own advice!!!!